Today
Today I'm flying low, and I'm
not saying a word.
I'm letting all of the voodoos of ambition
sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten
And so forth.
But I'm taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather
I hardly move though really I'm travelling
a terrific distance
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple
Mary Oliver
again...
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